This is a song about "Ribs monstah"

Then i plough my girl, my dick deep in ribs

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs

Up against your ribs causing the stress to spike,

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Kick then get kicked in the ribs

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Umm made her ribs snap nigga,

I try to tell them i'm one of the